“If you came in here to hit me, I’m letting you know I’m hitting your ass the fuck back,” I said, turning around to finish finding me a shirt. I heard my husband laughing like I had told a fuckin joke or some shit. That’s his fuckin problem now, he took my ass for a damn joke! Let’s see how funny he think this shit is when I lock this pussy up and put away the key from his ass.
“I’m glad you think this is funny. Move!” I said, trying to get around him. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist from behind me and whisper into my ear.
“Baby, you know I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to hit you, I didn’t. And no I didn’t fuck that bitch! I could see why you would think that! Yes, it was disrespectful to have her in my face like that and I’m sorry,” he told me.
You damn right he was sorry. He was only sorry because he had gotten caught. Best believe if I never popped up on him, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. I would just be blinded to the fact that my husband was entertaining thot ass bitches while he was so called working. I didn’t say anything, just continued to look for something to wear. I felt him reach his hands under my tights, and I gently pulled his hands out.
“You want some of this nice, hot, wet pussy? I asked him, turning around and kissing his lips.
“You know damn well that’s what I want,” he said in a low husky voice. I could already see how hard his dick was and looking into his eyes, I could tell that he was ready to flip my ass over in this closet.
“Well you gonna keep on wanting it. You gotta work for this shit,” I smiled, and walked out of the closet. This starts part one of him being in the dog house. Fuck I look like fuckin him after Ms. Jasmine kept him company last night? I would be the biggest dummy in the world.
“Man Nae, you tripping right now, my dick is hard as fuck man, quit playing,” he said, pulling my arm.
“And I’m horny! But that’s not going to fix our problems! You fuckin me crazy ain’t gonna fix shit! I want flowers nigga, chocolate, I love you cards, random phone calls, the whole nine! You want this pussy, I want to see you work for it!” I said, going into the bathroom.
That’s where most relationships went wrong now. Couple swore that sex fixed things, when in fact it only made the situation worse because they kept putting the issue to the way side. I didn’t want that type of relationship. I wanted my husband to realize that he had fucked up, and be able to know that there were going to be consequences behind every action that he took. As bad as I wanted to get fucked and sucked, all of that would just have to wait.
“You foul Nae for real,” he said, hitting the door.
I laughed and turned on the shower. His ass wanted the pussy that bad, let’s see him work for it. In due time, we’ll see when he’ll be able to slide in this again!
Chapter 18: Imani
Today was the big day that I had been dreading for the longest. I had finally let Rashard convince me into going to meet his mother. After my ass ran out of excuses on why I couldn’t go meet her, I finally had to cave in and make it happen. Besides, I know that it would make Shard happy, and I was pretty sure that his mother would want to know who the lady was that was taking up all of her son’s time. Shard had already warned me on how straight forward his mother could be. I wasn’t worrying about that though; I just hoped that she was able to accept me, because I didn’t plan on ever letting Rashard ago, especially since I was carrying his baby.
Right now, I was back and forth between the closets in Rashard’s guest room and his bedroom. I was trying to find the perfect outfit. I didn’t want to look like a hoochie or anything, and I didn’t want to look inappropriate.
“Imani, your ass acting like my mom is a fuckin pastor or some shit. She don’t care what you wearing, she just want to meet your ass,” Rashard said from the bed. I guess he was annoyed because every outfit that I would put on, I would take it off a minute later. With me gaining weight because of my pregnancy, I just wasn’t able to fit certain clothes anymore.
“Rashard, leave me alone now. I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I let him know. My hair and everything was already done; I just needed to find me something to wear.
Damn near thirty minutes later, I finally decided on a pair of gold skinny jeans and a gold and pink tank from Guess. To top the outfit off, I wore my pink Converse sneakers–so simple, yet I looked so pretty. My hair was parted down the middle in my signature look, and I was ready to go now.
“Finally. You look perfect, now let’s go. You better hope my mom don’t curse your ass out for making us late,” Rashard said, grabbing my hand and leading us down the stairs. I stood planted in my spot, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“Imani, I’m just playing with your ass. My mama cool as fuck, she not gon’ bother you,” Rashard let me know, followed by a kiss on the lips.
After locking up the house and everything, we were headed out to Rashard’s car. The whole drive there, I kept racking my brain with questions about Rashard’s mother. I hope she was cool like Dontae’s mother, because Breesha loved April. I don’t even know why I was sitting there thinking all of these negative things about this lady when I have never even met before. I held a conversation with her one time, and that’s only because she had called Rashard while he was asleep at my house and I answered the phone. She seemed cool, but then again you never know.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up to Rashard’s mother’s house, and I had to admit that she had a beautiful home. I had to admire how nice her grass was cut, and I loved the beautiful flowers that she kept on her front porch as well.
“Come on Imani. We’ll be in and out,” Rashard said after leaning over and kissing me on my lips.
I nodded my head and we both got out of the car. Rashard came around and held my hand, and we walked to the front door. Rashard reached into his back pocket and pulled out his spare key to his mother’s house. After letting us in, we walked inside, and a middle-aged woman came over where we were, and I swear that she was the splitting image of Rashard. She had his same caramel skin color, those same deep dimples, and I could tell that Rashard got his height from his mom because she was tall. She didn’t even looked like she ever gave birth in her life because she looked so young, almost like a fashion model.
“I take it that this must be Imani? The woman that has stolen my son’s heart and the reason why he can’t seem to find his way over here to visit his own mother,” his mom said, hugging Rashard and then me.
“Ma, chill. Every chance I get, I come and see your ass,” Rashard told his mother, and she playfully popped him upside his head.
We all walked into the kitchen, and there was another lady in there who had just placed some pies in the oven. Oh Lord, I wonder was his mom a damn lesbian? I mean, I wasn’t going to judge her ass or anything, but damn.
“What’s good auntie April?” Rashard said, walking closer to the lady to give her a hug. Oh shit, I felt so fuckin stupid. This lady was Dontae’s mom.
“Hey nephew. Who is that you got with you?” she asked, pointing towards me.
“That’s my girl, Imani, that’s Breesha cousin,” he said, pulling me into him. I smiled and waved to her.
“Hold on, I’m about to go get something from out of my old room right quick. Imani, you can sit down, I’ll be back,” Rashard said, and I wanted to slap the shit out of his ass because he knew damn well what the fuck he was doing, leaving me here with these two woman.
“Imani, you can call me Tammy, Mama Tammy, whatever you want. If my son likes you and loves you, then I have no reason not to. So tell me about yourself,” she asked me after Rashard disappeared to do God knows what. Sitting down on the stool, I got myself comfortable and started with my story.
“Umm well, as you know, my name is Imani. Right now, I’m attending University of Miami, majoring in elementary education. I met your son awhile back at T.G.I Fridays, and we’ve pretty much been inseparable since,” I said, not knowing what else to tell her. Shit, I wa
sn’t good with these type of things, and plus I hated being put on the spot. Ms. April sat down at the table with Tammy, and I couldn’t help but notice their resemblance. Then again, they are sisters, so that is to be expected.
“Rashard told me that you’re pregnant. Congrats on that, because Lord knows that I can’t wait to have some grandbabies,” Tammy beamed.
I smiled too, because I honestly couldn’t wait for my bundle of joy to get here already. Overall, his mom seemed pretty cool. I didn’t even feel like I was talking to somebody much older than me, because her conversation was so similar to how it is when I talked to my girls. I was a little shy at first, but after sitting there for so long, I was able to loosen up a little bit. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes had passed that I realized that Rashard still hadn’t come back, so I got up and walked to the front, and that’s when I saw that his ass had left. I came back into the kitchen and took my spot back on the stool.
“Rashard thinks his ass is so damn slick. I should have known his ass was up to something when he told me he was going up to his room to go get something,” Tammy said, laughing. I shook my head and laughed right along with her. I was still going to get into his ass though for doing that shit to me.
We ate the food that Tammy and April prepared, which was baked chicken, yellow rice, collard greens, and black eyed peas, and sweet potato pie for dessert. Tammy fixed so much food on my plate, because in her words, she was trying to “fatten me up.” Best believe I ate every single last thing that was on my plate. After eating and realizing that Rashard still wasn’t here, all I wanted to do was climb in one of these beds and get me a good nap in.
“Imani, I can see it all in your face that you’re tired. You can go upstairs in Rashard’s old room and take a nap. It’s going to be the second room on the left,” Tammy told me after I finished helping her and April clean the kitchen.
When I got into Rashard’s room, it was a typical room for how a teenage boy would have it. I’m guessing this is how Rashard left his room decorated from when he used to live here. On the walls were pictures of naked girls, as well as some tattoo drawings that he had done as well. After using the bathroom that he had in his bedroom, I kicked my shoes off and slid into his full sized bed. Not even a minute later, and I was already knocked out.
Chapter 19: Rashard
I had this shit all planned out. Hell no, I wasn’t going to spend my Saturday with my damn baby mama, my mama, and my auntie, listening to them talk about God knows what. I knew Imani was a little hesitant about going over there with ma dukes, but I kept warning her ass that my mama was cool as fuck, so she didn’t have anything to worry about. Judging by the fact that I didn’t have any missed calls from her ass, I figured that she had to be enjoying herself. After I snuck my ass up out of that house, I slid on down to my job to get a couple of these tattoos of the way that I had to do. Saturdays were our busiest days, and I was not about to miss out on no money.
I ended up staying at the shop later than I expected. It wasn’t until I was finishing up the half sleeve that I was doing that I realized it was going on ten at night. Two hours later, and I was just now leaving out of the shop. After locking up and everything, I was on my way back to my mama’s house to go pick up my baby mama. Imani gets mad as fuck when I refer to her as my baby mama, but I get a kick out of calling her ass that shit. Besides, she was my baby mama, even though I knew later on down the line that I wanted her to be way more than that. I wanted her to be the one that birthed all of my children, and the one to rock my last name.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling my to ma dukes house and I could see that all the lights in the house were off. I figured Imani had to be sleep, because she didn’t call or text my ass since I had left. After getting out of the car, I walked to the front door and let myself inside of my mother’s house. I made my way into the kitchen and fixed me a plate of food that my mom had cooked earlier. After warming my plate up and taking me two cans of sprite from out of the fridge, I sat down and killed this food that my mom had cooked. A nigga was so hungry that I ended up making seconds. I guess I was making too much noise in there because a minute later, I heard footsteps coming from around the hall.
“Rashard, what you in here doing making all that noise?” my mom said, coming into the kitchen with her pajamas on and her pink scarf around her head.
“Nothing ma, just getting me something to eat. Where Mani at?” I asked her, stuffing my mouth with food.
“She in your room sleeping. She done been sleep since like two. Reminds me of how I was when I was pregnant with your ass; all I wanted to do was sleep, that’s how I know it’s going to be a boy,” my mom said, smiling.
“So what ya’ll was in here talking about? I know ya’ll had to get real acquainted, because I was gone for a little minute,” I said, still eating my food.
“Everything. I like Imani though, I can tell that she loves you for you, and I can also tell that you make her very happy. April likes her too and you know your auntie, so if April like her then that’s a good thing,” my mom said, and I smiled.
“Alright son, I’m about to get back in my bed to go to sleep. If you’re going to leave, put the alarm on and lock the door,” my mom told me after giving me a kiss on the cheek.
After finishing up my food, I went over to the dishes and washed my plate and my fork, and then threw my soda cans in the trash. Turning the lights off in the kitchen, I made my way upstairs to my old bedroom. I had no plans on sleeping here tonight, so I was about to go get Imani and take our ass home. Hell no, I wasn’t about to sleep in this little ass bed and have my damn back hurting in the morning. Walking inside the room, Imani was laid up in my old bed knocked out. I knew she was going to be pissed that I was waking her up but shit, a nigga wanted to sleep in his own bad, at his own house. Going over to her, I quickly sat her up and she got a good look at me, and her eyes popped out.
“Rashard, what are you doing?” Imani asked, trying to lay back down in the bed, but I stopped her.
“Come on little one, we about to go home,” I told her, giving her a kiss on her lips.
“Let’s just sleep here. I’m tired baby,” she whined, still trying to lay back down. I knew she was gon’ say that too, but I was not about to sleep in this little ass bed. Hell no!
Ignoring her protest, I quickly scooped her up, and she wrapped her hands around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. I went and pulled the covers back on the bed, picked up Imani’s sneakers and purse, and headed out the room. Walking down the stairs, I set the alarm, made sure the door was locked, and I was out the door. After placing Imani in the passenger seat, I came around, got on my side, and started the car as we headed home.
Bria
“Get off of me!”
“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” I screamed at Fred. He was back inside on my room, about to do those nasty things to me again. I was so scared, and nobody was here to protect me again.
“Stop! Stop!” I cried.
“Bria, it’s okay baby, it’s okay,” Breesha said, coming into my room and turning on my light. I looked around, and that’s when I realized that I was having another bad dream again.
“Breesha, make him leave me alone. Why won’t he leave me alone?” I cried, jumping into her lap.
“It’s okay Bria. I’m right here and daddy is right here, I promise that he won’t ever hurt you again,” she said, and kissed me on my cheek.
Breesha
I was sleeping so peacefully, laid up in Dontae’s arms until I heard screams coming from Bria’s room. This was like the fourth night in a row that Bria has had these nightmares. I felt like that was so much for her to handle, and I felt so bad for her when she would wake up from having those bad dreams, body drenched in sweat and tears falling from my eyes. Even though biologically I wasn’t her real mother, it still hurt to see her in this condition. Bria believed that Fred was coming back to get her, but I had to keep informing her that she was safe now. Dontae didn’t have to t
ell me, but I knew that he had handled it because for weeks, he would be talking about how he was going to catch that nigga slipping and how he was going to kill his ass. Out of the blue, all that conversation stopped, so I knew that Dontae went and did something, which I knew he would because Bria was his life and I knew he would kill anybody that ever hurt her again.
After getting Bria to calm down some, I picked her up and carried her inside the bathroom in the hallway, and sat her down on the cabinet. I ran some cold water on a washcloth and wiped her face. The whole time I did that, Bria was still a little shook up. After cleaning her up, I carried her back into the room with Dontae and I, and she snuggled right up under her daddy while I went on my side of the bed and tried falling back to sleep.
I got up the next morning at 6:30 to get Bria ready for school. After she was done eating breakfast and I finished doing her hair and getting her dressed, we were out the door. Dontae was still asleep when we left, so I would just see him when I came back to get ready for work. After dropping my baby off to school, I was heading back home. I swear I did it all, pregnant and all. I made sure I got my ass up early every morning to get Bria ready for school, take her to school, come back home and get ready for work, go to work, go get Bria from after care, come home and cook dinner, and do it all again the next morning. I wasn’t complaining by a long shot; I just felt like I took on a lot of responsibilities.
Pulling back up to the house, I let myself in and I walked inside the kitchen, where I heard Dontae talking on the phone. I went and stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He turned around and gave me a kiss on the lips, and I headed upstairs to take my shower and get ready for work.
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